They followed him, every man turning his head as he did so to take another look at the yellow spots that shone here and there in the quartz. Their way down the ravine was made with care and circumspection, for they did not know at what moment they might come in sight of "those two fellers and their deer."
It was well for them, probably, that they were cautious, for, after a good deal of steep climbing, just as they were about to clamber down one of the rocky "stairs," the man called Bill exclaimed, "Captain, thar it is!"
THE LIPANS SECURING THE GAME.
"The deer? They've left it. I see it."
"More'n that further down."
"A big-horn! And there's a painter lying beside it!"
"More'n that, Cap. They didn't give up that thar game for nothin'."
"Lay low, boys. Git to cover right away. Red-skins!"
There was no difficulty in hiding among the rocks and bowlders, and the miners were out of sight in a moment.